A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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MERE JAZBAT

SaDiya Guzar Gayi Kisi o Apna Bnane Me...

Magar Pal Bhi Na Laga Unhe Hamse Door Jane Me..

zindgi ko ji lo achhese

kabhi kabhi kuchh cheezein  Apne man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiye

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KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

BHAWNA KA SVATANTRA GYAAN HAI

तीन-चार फूल है,

आस-पास धूल है,

बा

Farz hai jo umar bhar nibhana hai

सुख-दुख के अफसाने का

ये राज है सदा

My India...

 

"Not where the musk of happiness blows,

Not where darkness and fears never

Duniya bhi dekhi aur duniyadari bhi... dekhi maine hoti gaddaari bhi...

Duniya bhi dekhi aur duniyadari bhi dekhi...
dil par maine chalti hui dildaari bhi dekhi...

Be Proud Of Who You Are

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.

I am who I am, from my head to my toes.

EK HISSA HINDUSTAN THA

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TUJHE KARTE HUM NAMAN

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